The small soldiers on the frontier at the beginning killed Liu Ye, the Han God of War, and Lu Lingqi

"That's it!"

After sweeping away Zhang Liao with one shot, the ghost-faced general suddenly shouted: "Chongmai, open!"

The next second, the ghost-faced general's blood surged into the sky, almost dyeing half of the sky at Yanmen Pass red.

"Qi and blood are like smoke, you are in the sixth level of pulse opening state!"

There was a hint of horror in Zhang Liao's tone.

As the young master of the Zhang family, he is very aware of the difference between the middle three realms and the lower three realms of martial arts, which is the difference between heaven and earth.

Even those who are as powerful as martial arts prodigies cannot cross this gap.

It is precisely because the destructive power of warriors in the Third Realm of Middle Realm is too terrifying that they generally will not easily participate in wars to avoid causing greater disputes.

The Han military has no shortage of warriors from the Third Realm of the Middle Kingdom. The reason why they are rarely seen is because there is no need to use this level of combat power, unless it launches a war to destroy the country!

"It seems that the Wang family is determined to let the barbarians take Yanmen Pass this time."

Zhang Liao sighed, and the Wang family even invited sixth-grade warriors to come out, which shows how determined he is.

After all, when they reached the level of ghost-faced generals, it was hard to impress them with mundane things.

Looking at the entire Bingzhou, apart from the Han Dynasty officials, only the Wang family has this kind of background to invite a sixth-grade warrior to take action.

"It's good to know. You can force me to use my full strength. You are enough to be proud of me. Die!"

The ghost-faced general stepped forward, and his whole body instantly turned into a beam of red light and rushed towards Zhang Liao.

Wherever he passed, the bricks and stones on the ground were shattered.

"cut!"

Although this blow was far beyond his endurance limit, Zhang Liao never had the habit of closing his eyes and waiting for death.

Whether you can block it or not, you have to try it before you know it.

Blue light shone brightly all over his body, Zhang Liao raised his sword and slashed hard.

boom!

The red spear tip and the blue blade collided with each other, and an extremely powerful energy storm suddenly erupted.

boom!

The next second, a charred figure flew back and knocked down a group of soldiers.

"grown ups!"

"grown ups!"

This figure is clearly Zhang Liao, but at this time, he no longer looks human at all.

"Huh? He's not dead."

The ghost-faced general walked slowly out of the smoke and dust of the explosion with a gun in his hand. Looking at Zhang Liao who was still breathing, he couldn't help but show surprise.

He had used all his strength in that blow just now. Let alone a Qi Gathering Realm warrior who could barely compete with him with the help of military formations, even an ordinary sixth-grade Pulse Opening Realm would have a hard time surviving under that shot.

But looking at Zhang Liao like this, he won't live for long.

Of course, he is not the kind of person who cuts the grass without eradicating the roots, even if he wants to completely kill Zhang Liao.

However, the next second, he suddenly stopped, and a golden arrow shot straight towards the door.

From there, he felt the extremely pure true meaning of martial arts.

"Archer..."

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, the arrow hit him between the eyebrows.

click!

The mask shattered, revealing a sinister face.

puff!

The ghost-faced general pulled out the arrow stuck between his eyebrows and threw it casually on the ground.

"get out!"

"Oh~ As expected, no one can defeat the archer in the later stage."

Liu Ye walked up to the city wall holding a halberd in one hand and a bow in the other.

The golden bow is definitely a powerful weapon against ordinary Qi-gathering realms, but the one in front of him is obviously not good enough, even if he is blessed with the true meaning of martial arts.

If he can barely break through the defense, his true martial arts skills are considered to be powerful enough!

……

At the same time, in a courtyard, Zheng Xuan suddenly opened his eyes.

"not good!"

I felt some strange movement of literary energy in my body before, so I retreated to condense my literary mind.

Unexpectedly, this condensation took several days, and it is only today that it can be considered a success.

All it takes is to connect the literary mind with the long river of literature, and then you can officially enter the realm of great Confucianism.

But now he couldn't care about the breakthrough. With the help of his powerful soul power, he could easily sense what was happening at Yanmen Pass.

Zheng Xuang, who was about to fight Yun and rush to the rescue, was about to leave, but suddenly looked outside the door.

"Now that you're here, why hide your head and show your tail?"

"Haha, congratulations to Zheng Gongwen on his great success. I will soon be able to add another great Confucian to my list. I am really happy and congratulated."

A hearty laugh sounded from outside the door, and then the door was pushed open, and an old man with white hair and beard came in.

"Master Wang is not staying well in Luoyang, so why are you here at Yanmen Pass?"

When he saw the person coming, Zheng Xuan didn't give a good look.

"Of course I came here for the barbarian tribe's visit."

Wang Yun chuckled and found a seat to sit down.

"I don't have time to talk to you. You should know that you alone can't stop me."

Zheng Xuan naturally knew that Wang Yun was stalling for time, so he immediately waved his sleeves and was about to leave again.

However, the next second, as a dragon roar sounded, Zheng Xuan felt as if the literary energy in his body had been suppressed in some way and became extremely stagnant.

If wenxin had not been condensed, he might not even be able to move.

"I wonder if I can stop Mr. Zheng if I join him?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man in red official uniform strode into the room, holding an official seal surrounded by dragon energy in his hand.

"King ball!"

Seeing the visitor, Zheng Xuan's face became even more ugly.

"As the governor of Yanmen, you are so brave to secretly mobilize the dragon energy of the official seal!"

Zheng Xuan still doesn't understand that the Wang family has been guarding against him for a long time.

Not only did the head of the family come in person, he even took out the seal of the prefect.

The prefect's seal represents the authority of the imperial court, and it contains part of the dragon spirit of the Han Dynasty.

Fighting against it is equivalent to fighting against the national destiny of the Han Dynasty.

Not to mention that he has not yet entered the realm of Confucianism, even if he has, he would not dare to break this layer of confinement easily, otherwise it will surely attract stronger dragon energy to suppress it.

This is also the fundamental reason why many aristocratic families dare not challenge the Han royal family head-on.

If the fate of the Han Dynasty is not destroyed, they will always be ministers!

Of course, if you want to be strong enough to contend with the fate of the entire Han Dynasty on your own, that is another matter.

However, a strong person of that level may not be found in this world.

"Do you, the Wang family, really think so highly of the barbarians that you would even abandon your own identity as a human race?"

Zheng Xuan really couldn't figure it out. Other aristocratic families were still waiting and watching. At most, they were fighting among themselves.

Why is this Wang family so stubborn and only wants to lure the barbarians into the pass?

"No, no, it's just that it's not convenient to tell Mr. Zheng the inside story.

As for now, please ask Mr. Zheng to accompany us to watch this scene carefully. "

Wang Yun smiled and stroked his beard, looking like he had a book of wisdom in hand.

Zheng Xuan looked at Wang Qiu, who was holding the seal of the prefect, and finally resisted the urge to take action.

It wasn't that he was scared, but the Wenxin in his body told him that there was still a chance of improvement.

The great Confucian scholar substituted the heart of literature for the heart of heaven, and he had the ability to predict the future.

Although he has not yet taken the final step, he still has some ability to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

Since there was no warning sign from Wenxin, I guess Yanmen Pass was not lost because of this.

Then why not just watch the show with these two people, and when things happen, it won't be certain who will restrain whom.

Zheng Xuan was thinking about this, stretched out his hand, and the scene of Yanmen closing appeared in front of him, which happened to be the scene of Liu Ye ascending the city wall.

At this time, Liu Ye was using the Eye of Truth to check the attributes of the ghost-faced general.

No matter how urgent the situation was, it could not delay him from checking the enemy's situation.

As the saying goes, only if you know yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles.

However, the next second, Liu Ye's expression was stunned.